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Losing my dog was harder than losing a loved one
I still remember the day now: 12 March, 2011. The day my life would change forever.
It was the day I collected my first (and only) dog, Rupert.
I had always wanted a little dog to keep me company. I imagined going for nice long country walks, teaching him new tricks, and making him a nice warm bed near the fire for him to snuggle up.